"That is the uncomplicated version, but yes." She said as she returned his gaze. Pink bubble=gum colored lips curved as a smile rested upon them.
Grabbing the chocolate, she ate it separately from the other layers of the Smore. Giving him a stunning smile, her eyes were magical as they reflected the firelight. Elena offered Malcolm chocolate. There was plenty, the Hotel has seen to that.
Out of the blue it occurred to her that he might need to talk. "You can tell me anything, Malcolm. If you ever need to talk about your father, I'm here for you," her lids fluttered as the smoke got in her eyes.
As if she were chasing a fly, her arms were akimbo as she attempted to get rid of the smoke. It wasn't long before the wind changed directions taking the dancing smoke away.
"I love this, I'm glad you like the simple things. I realize I'm making an assumption here. Am I right or am I wrong?" She was curious about that. Something to learn about Malcolm.